yes you may rain but can you not get me wet?

walking along buendia avenue this morning, jeans sodding wet, skirting puddles, cursing the whole of pasong tamo for turning into a river at the slightest downpour, trying to figure out the shortest way to rufino, one has got to wonder why, on days like these, one bothers to get up at all.

can’t i just stay curled up in bed and cheer on the long-awaited rains?

no, of course i can’t. just wondering, that’s all. i mean, you’ve got to be a pretty well-adjusted person to be able to not rant while your jeans are sodding wet, and i’m definitely not a well-adjusted person.